First Class Whinestein

I am here in BEAUTIFUL Kentucky. I am already enjoying myself in spite of the cold I feel coming on. It was an ok travel day, starting with Belen throwing up an hour before we were to leave at the airport. Now I panic a little debating if I should stay and go tomorrow or proceed as planned. She was a little clingy and a bit lethargic but I made an executive decision and decided to go ahead and travel. The airport was a disaster. It was the first time I didnt check her car seat, but decided to take it on the plane with me. Our last trip she would not stay in her seat belt. This trip I wanted to avoid being scolded every few seconds by the flight attendants. So I have my computer bag, a diaper bag, a pink princess back pack and the car seat with me to take on the plane. Oh yea, and my screaming toddler. She tantrumed all the way from security to our gate. She wanted to be held, she wanted french fires, she was thirsty, where were her pretzels. My patience threshold was wearing thin and going fast. I decided to poison her with a Happy Meal. Which is funny because the Happy Meal was anything but....I got there right when they were changing from breakfast to lunch. So I wait in line, it's FINALLY my turn and I decide to order a McSkillet. No? No breakfast. Ok, can I please have a happy meal. Oh, so your not serving lunch yet? I get out of line and go to the back so I can get a Happy Meal. As soon as I left the line and got to the back of it they started serving lunch. Now, if I was alone with my little hand bag I would'nt have been so irritated. But I had been walking around the airport like a sherpa or pack mule with a hysterical child. After a sweat inducing juggling act I get the Crappy Meal and go sit at the gate. I am flying on stand-by so I don't even know if I am getting on the plane at this point. I am not so worried about getting on the plane as I am about going through that whole scenario I just survived, again tomorrow. I am bottom on the totem pole and nervous. Belen is crying that she wants to get on the plane. I want to tell her that if she keeps it up they wont want us on the plane. So everyone boards and I am still waiting to get on. Stand-bys dont get on until the last minute but fate decided to throw me a bone. A family of four was ahead of me on the list to go on but they only have two seats available. One in first class and one on the exit isle. Since we can't sit on the exit isle they kick a pilot out of her cushy first class seat and send her back with the cattle. She is shooting me dirty looks while carrying her complimentary first class stiff drink with her. I settle Belen into her car seat and she immediately falls asleep in her magic car seat, before even taking off. I am now so thankful that I lugged that thing all over. It was worth the blood, sweat and tears.
I am tempted to wake her up for her favorite part but not crazy. My girl was out for the count and snoring away.
I ate my warm meal of short ribs and mashed potatoes, salad and chocolate cake while watching a movie on demand on my own screen. I have traveled first class with Belen before, a couple of times, but this is the first time I actually enjoyed it.